Irritating/Irresistible

I once wrote a song and used the phrase "artist at hesitation". I still love that phrase and that song will always have a special place in my heart. If I wrote a song about my life now, I might have to go with "artist at procrastination". It doesn't flow as nicely but I am definitely that kind of artist. Iintended to write you a beautiful post last night but I was tired and sluggish from a couple glasses of wine. One and a half glasses but who's counting? Okay, I'm counting because I'm trying to figure out when I became such a light weight. My point is that I am a master of distraction. I start out wanting to do something and then I lose momentum and then, before I know it, I am inexplicably watching the trailer for Country Strong and googling  to find other videos of Gwyneth Paltrow singing. I would like to say that this did not happen and that I just made this up to make a point. I would like to say this but cannot. The journey began with Country Strong which led to her performance at the CMA's during which I'm pretty sure Vince Gill is laughing at her (not with her) and wound it's way to a Gwyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis duet. I don't even like Gwyneth Paltrow because I'm still bitter that she won the Oscar for Shakespeare in Love rather than Cate Blanchett for Elizabeth. Why yes, I do hold ridiculous grudges over trivial matters. Thank you so much for noticing. Also, I'm fairly certain that Gwyneth Paltrow isn't from the south so the fact that she perists in singing in a southern accent makes me crazy. Deep breath. Anyway, the fact is that I spent a significant amount of time last night watching videos of a woman who irritates me sing poorly. I'm amazing. The internet is an amazing place but a black hole for a procrastinator like me. Tonight, I'm going to do some writing though. Really, I am. I'm working on a couple of quality posts that will make their way here some time this month. I'm trying. Yep. I just have to keep Gwyneth Paltrow at bay.

Goodbye NaBloPoMo

After the 30 posts in 30 days, I spent the night at the Groveland Tap with some friends having Surly Furious and fried pickles. Delicious. Should you ever go to the Groveland Tap, do not ask the waitress to judge the beauty of everyone's credit cards but, if you do, take no offense when yours is considered the ugliest. It will only end in sadness as it did for my friend Amy. NaBloPoMo was hard for me this year. It was quantity over quality but I made it. This isn't really a post so much as a thank you card to all of you for sticking with me. The fact that you were reading and commenting kept me going. Seriously.

One bit of NaBloPoMo business remains - the scavenger hunt. As it stands now, Amy and Meghan are tied for first and Kelly is close behind. So, I will award first, second and third places but how do we break the tie for first? I'm open to suggestions...

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United for a Cause

We need to believe in something bigger than ourselves. We need to connect to others in a common purpose. Sometimes, we are lost and don't even know it, need something but don't see it, long for change but can't articulate it. Then, someone comes along and illuminates the issue and people join to speak out and demand justice. Today, I was such a person when I tweeted the following:

And friends...people were inspired. Tweet after tweet called for the return of the tan M&M. Thousands of people (and by thousands I mean at least five) took to Facebook to mourn the loss of the tan M&M. Then, I knew - people had been pining for the tan M&M all these years, suffering in silence until a leader emerged to unite them in their desire for a return to simpler times, a time when M&M's were natural colors. And so...we are at a candy crossroads...

WHAT DO WE WANT? TAN M&M'S! WHEN DO WE WANT THEM? NOW!

Who's with me?!